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Silent Killer

Death wasn't a silent killer and by no means was it as precious as I once thought. Maybe I would die in my late eighties by suffering a heart attack or it would be from a fatal gunshot where I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like the snap of a twig, it would happen in a mere second and the end would be quick and simple. I didn't think much about what would happen after I took my last breath. It was like reading the last page of a novel without a sequel. Life had just begun and little did I know I would soon be diagnosed with cancer.

~Yours Truly,